empty

the dust of time settled, is yet still here
tears of silenced pain again reappear
the heart of man does not reside in his chest
but rather, in his mind, long at rest

against the acrimonious effort of mortality
and sweet contingence of carnality
lies the twisted path to dreams of elation
full of darkness and incessant contention

unbeknownst to him, the boy of impetuosity
his hidden emotions devour his vulnerability
provoke his wrath and sour indignation
to shadow-filled thought and expectation

terrified by death and inevitable dissolution
amidst the chaos and confusion
he sits in silence and slow decay
desirable affection gone away

shadows that emerge out of impenetrable fear
and destroy the dreams this boy holds dear
will dissolve any trace of an escape from the destiny
that ends this boy's life of perpetual enmity


				fuchsia